It’s Not Big, And It’s Not Clever
I haven't commented much on Big Brother this year, but I've been aware of it as the sagas of both Chanelle/Ziggy and the unutterably awful Charley have developed. The eviction of Charley and this insane "has she left?/no she hasn't/but she still might" palaver with Chanelle, not to mention the addition of the new people on Friday, seem to mark the beginning of the end. I'm sure that someone at the weekend said that there's only four weeks to go, but there are still about thirty people in there, so lord alone knows what they're going to do with them all.
I think that thought highlights how this year has marked an inevitable development in my occasional relationship with Big Brother. I was gripped by it the first few years, then went through a phase of deliberately not watching it and only getting news of it through other people. But this year I seem to be following it quite specifically as a piece of television production. Other than detesting Charley, as all right-thinking people must, I'm following it as a logistical exercise; (numbers in, numbers out, "how can we milk this situation?") - I don't care about anyone in it or what happens to them, or what they think or feel or say. My old media production head seems finally to be in control of my Big Brother awareness.